Chapter 708

The brow bone of the man jumps, the gloomy face seems to endure the great anger, "go up."

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Shi Sheng's stomach is a little dull pain, not serious. He went upstairs to take a hot bath, took a cup of slightly hot milk tea, and was lying in bed with a cup to watch a movie.

The temperature in the room was pleasant, and the lavender essential oil lamp was lit. Shisheng fell asleep after a while.

But she was woken up by the knock after a while. At first, she thought it was Ji Yunan. She didn't want to pay attention to it. Later, she thought it was wrong. Ji Yunan would not be such a gentleman when he knocked on the door.

She didn't open the door for a long time. With his temperament, she probably kicked the door directly.

When Sheng wrapped clothes to get up, opened the door to be stunned, in the heart a tight, that silk wake up after the residue of shallow sleepiness are gone, "Ji Yunan hurt again?"

Taylor is the family doctor of the Ji family. He has a private relationship with Ji Yunan. It's impossible to be a guest here.

"No, no," Tyler quickly dispelled her doubts, "I will come every two months to do a physical examination for Ji Shao. Just after the examination, I will come up to check you."

Shi Sheng doesn't doubt that a family like the Ji family, which is not short of money and power, must take good care of its health. Being shot is a cycle of cause and effect, so it's not worth dying.

The medical expenses in the United States are too expensive, so the awareness of physical examination is higher than that in China.

"Well."

Taylor did not bring any equipment, nor could he do any precise physical examination, so he simply looked at the tongue coating and eye white color, "are you in your physiological period?"

"... yes."

"Little abdominal pain?"

"It doesn't hurt much. It's better to drink some hot water."

Tyler: "it's..."

Why did the man downstairs come to him in a hurry? It doesn't hurt to drink some hot water. It's a waste of medical resources. Shame.

Taylor scolded Ji Yunan in his heart, but his face was serious. "Pay attention to rest these days, don't touch cold water, don't eat raw and cold things. It's better to go to the hospital for examination after the end."

After the inspection, Tyler packed up and went downstairs.

Ji Yunan is still in the living room, half closed eyes, legs randomly overlapping, side sitting in the armrest of the sofa.

Quiet silence, formed a waiting posture.

"Ji Shao."

Hearing the sound, Ji Yunan propped up, his eyes overflowed with thick dark color and a little worry.

But it didn't last long.

By the time he looked back at Taylor, he was cold and cold. "She's ok?"

"When Secretary belongs to slight dysmenorrhea, drinking some hot water or holding a warm handbag can relieve it, these days can't touch cold things."

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Slums on the edge of the city.

The Yellow streetlights were shining on the empty path. Fu also finished smoking a cigarette, crushed the end of the cigarette, threw it in the garbage can, looked up at the dilapidated building with only sporadic lights in front of him, and walked in.

It's like a monster with a big mouth, swallowing up his figure in an instant.

There is no light in the corridor, but Fu Yilai often goes up with his eyes closed. It doesn't make any difference for him whether there is a light or not.

He was injured. He could reach the fifth floor when he was out of breath, but now he took several breaks to get there.

The paint on the door has fallen off a lot, exposing the rust inside.

Fu also knocked on the door, the whole person leaning on the door, panting.

His abdomen and chest were hurt by kicking. He half arched to make his voice sound the same. He whispered to the door, "it's me."

Within a moment, the sound of footsteps came from inside, but not closer and closer, but farther and farther away.

Fu also frowned, almost immediately stood up straight body, worry and anxiously said, "don't worry, I'll talk for a while, won't come in."

He clenched the key he had taken out of his hand and put it back in silence.

The footsteps inside stopped.

He laughed at himself, "I'll take you out soon. Wait a minute. I'll take you out when I'm sure I can get rid of the control of the season."

After he has confirmed one thing, he can have no scruples.

No one spoke.

In the past three years, he has been used to it. No matter what he said, there was no response. Fu also stood at the door for a while and then went downstairs.

When he walked out of the corridor, he could still smell the disgusting rotten smell. He bit his back teeth and looked back at the dark glass.

Soon.

The pain in his chest and abdomen was more severe just now. There was a faint smell of blood in his cough.